❀𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝔾𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕟❀

When your head leans back slowly, and gazing eyes
Muse earnest upon mine and starry swim
With depths unfathomed that still well and rise,
And the words fail, and sight with love grows dim,
Whence comes that almost sadness, almost wound
Of joy, whose thoughts sink like the wearied flight
Of birds on seas, lost in love's deeps profound,
Inscrutable as odours blown through night?
We know not: and we know not whence love rose
Pouring its beauty over us, as the moon
On this dim garden rises, and none knows
Where she was wandering, those blind nights of June.
Hush, hush, the mystery of life is here:
Our sacred joy kisses our sacred fear.
-by Robert Laurence Binyon

August 2021

• This is a limited series still life of 100 prints hand signed, stamped with artist seal and dated. Comes with certificate of authenticity.

• Each image is printed on Hahnemuhle photo rag paper 308gsm 100% cotton.

• 9 x 12 inches with 1/2” border.

Shipping:

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